Westward a bunch of flowers adorns the table
in the living room upstairs
sent by kind neighbours after person(s) unknown
threw an empty bottle through
a downstairs bedroom window
Northly I sit in the yard garden smiling
wearing a new shirt and waistcoat
bought by my love
finally getting a photo I like
for all my online avatars
A Buddha sits on the window sill
South view over his shoulder
sheltered beneath a tree size avocado
final success after countless
failures to grow from a pit
A Buddha head sits among plants
on a garden shelf, contemplating
fossils garnered on English beaches
and brought East by our son from Mexico
but not from its yellow hills
Clematis blooms pink against
the impossible blue of the May sky
fluffed with clouds
each year the Montana climbs
to such height
Photos call us home
in a sixth dimension
of the heart
© Andrew Wilson, 2023
Today’s post is written for Laura Bloomsbury in Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft over at the dVerse Poets Pub.
The prompt is based on “Five Directions to my house” by the poet Juan Filipe Herrera.